In the middle of the day u call and say u have bad news. u tell me about an unborn child that u never thought u could lose. she passed away before u seen her or even touched her skin but i think u will see that child again in ur hopes ur thoughts and ur dreams.
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
My sister lost her baby so i wrote it in honor of her child
That was very Gentle words that carried a Mountain of weight, in oly a very few powerful words, God Bless Both of you and Give you Strength, and a wisdom that Surpasses Understanding,
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Hotrod Larry